Gangbang rape porn was not on my agenda last night. Actually, I was not looking for trouble. I was not even looking for drugs. For once, my supply was solid, and I didn’t need to put myself at risk to score. Trouble has a habit of finding me, however. I went out last night for a jog. I was high and full of energy. There is a college campus near my home, so I often jog around there because it is safer. Not last night. I went by a frat house, heard the whistles and lewd comments then something struck me in the head. A rock I think. It’s vague, but I believe someone tossed a rock at the back of my head, which made me stumble and some frat boys took me into their house. Originally, I thought they were being nice. I quickly learned that one of the guys threw the rock. They tied me up after they stripped me naked. They called me a cock teasing whore and a litany of other things. These college boys cared nothing about me or what they were about to do. I tried pleading with them as a mother since I was the right age to be any one of their mothers. That made things worse. They all had rape phone sex fantasies for their mothers. I just tried to go to a happy place while they savagely forced their cocks in my ass and pussy, many times 2 to 3 dicks in a hole at once. They were savages. Slapping me around, spitting on me and fisting my fuck holes too. I thought they were nice young men, but they were no better than the dealers who pimp me out and abuse me, so I can get some blow. After a few hours, they grew bored with me. My clothes were shredded. I had to do a walk of shame from the frat house to my home. I was naked and covered in cum. No one stopped to help me. I think they just saw me as a strung out whore.
Snuff sex is all I deserve. I know this. I am worthless. I think that is why I gravitate to mean assholes. I am not attracted to men who will treat me well. I have never been with a loving man. I wouldn’t know how to act. My husband just ignores me. I don’t think we say two words to each other a day. He has his whores and I have my masters. He said to me once that he was just waiting for the call that I was dead. I know he thinks my lifestyle is risky. He won’t give me drug money, so my lifestyle is his fault when you think about it. I need drugs to function. With no money and used up holes, that leads to bad decisions. Many bad decisions like placing ads on fetish sites to be used for money. Tom was happy to pay me for his kinky desires. Tom has a mean streak that he told me he couldn’t explore with a girlfriend or a wife. Since I was a whore, he was happy to pay me to do the things he can’t with most women. He put a collar around my neck and made sure I knew I was his sex slave. He choked me, slapped me, kicked me, even flicked his cigar ashes on me. He called me names, beat me and pissed on me too. He said his cock had never been so hard. I had to wonder if my cunt had ever been so wet.
I didn’t think making a lesbian gangbang rape porn would be bad. I needed the money and I saw an ad on a fetish porn site I pick up gigs when I am desperate. When I arrived at the address I was provided, I was shocked to see a gang of women. They didn’t look like dykes. Lipstick lesbians maybe, I thought? There were no introductions. They swarmed me like horny vultures. One of them shot me full of something. Felt like heroin the way I suddenly felt. It was like I left my body. I felt at peace for a moment. That euphoria was replaced by fear and pain quickly once the band of lesbian bitches started charging me with humongous dildos. They rammed them in my mouth at once. 5 dildos the size of horse cocks were ramming in and out of my mouth with such speed, I gagged. I choked and gagged and then I puked. I could hear laughter. They were around me like a pack of wild animals but I was so fucked up, it felt like it wasn’t happening to me. When they switched gears to ass rape porn, I felt every moment of anal torture. Women can be the cruelest, sadistic bitches. Those same 5 dildos went in my ass at once. The shot of smack was wearing off and my ass was bleeding and prolapsing. I was crying in pain. This torture was not worth the couple hundred bucks I was making for this, if I would even see the money. Hours I endured fat long dildos crammed into my fuck holes. I was covered in sweat, urine and even shit and puke. I felt like a drunk bum who spent the night in an alley. They were on meth and it brought out their sadism. Never again will I agree to work for women. They are fucking savages.
Not only men have killer phone sex fantasies. There are many dominant women out there that hate me as much as you do. This guy who bought me from my drug dealer to settle my coke debt sold me to a woman. This woman I didn’t know. She bought me for sport. Have you ever seen a cock or dogfight? This was a cunt fight as she called it. She bought two bitches and made us fight for our lives in front of an audience that paid good money for a death match. I thought it was a ruse, but this was something straight out of a snuff porn. The winner of the death match got her freedom. The other got death. I didn’t believe either of us would live, so I tried to strike a bargain with my opponent. Even though she agreed that we might both die regardless, she didn’t like my plan of not fighting. She said if we did that we would most certainly die and likely in a violent manner. I guess she was right. At least this way, one of us had a chance, but I knew it wouldn’t be me. I am not a fighter. I am a submissive whore with a coke problem. I was starting to go through withdrawal. Maybe I had a chance. I was on edge with no coke, but coke fuels my dark side. When we were put in the middle to fight, I gave it my best. My best wasn’t good enough. The little Asian doll took me down in 5 minutes. She reamed my ass with a strap-on lubed in Ben Gay. While I was writhing in discomfort, she pinned me for the required time to name her the winner. The audience got to decide how I should die. It was gruesome. They beheaded me, and the male members of the audience pissed and came on my severed head. How would you kill me?
Ass rape porn stars like me are often strung out addicts. You need to be high to take anal torture. I was partying with a dealer and his friends over the weekend. I trade my holes for blow or whatever drug I can get. He gave me some coke if I entertained his friends. Of course, I let him pass me around like a piece of candy. It is just sex. I have fucked for far less in my life. My coke habit is expensive. My allowance doesn’t begin to cover what I use. So, years ago I learned that trading my body for blow was a smart move. It is a dangerous move too because when you barter for drugs, guys know they can do anything to you. Only a skanky bitch would trade her fuck holes for blow. To them that means anything goes, even anal torture sex. I was high, but not high enough to not feel the pain of several fists in me at once. Two fists went in my ass simultaneously. They got as deep as their elbows. Even high as fuck, I felt that shit. My ass prolapsed and bled. They laughed and joked about kicking my ass back in. They were high on something that made them more sadistic. One dude put a chain around my prolapsed ass and walked me around the room like a dog. Even though I was the pet, the other guys pissed in my face like they were dogs. I could hear my dealer saying, “Make that dirty whore earn her coke guys.” That they did. I was fisted so hard and so deep I may never sit or shit right again. I was forced to drink piss and suck dicks clean that were covered in my shit and blood. I was fucked for hours and humiliated over and over. Small price to pay for free drugs when you are an addict.
I was not expecting to star in a gang rape porn in the adult bookstore. I went in to get a new vibrator. Usually, I am alone there besides the counter guy. He knows me by name. I go through sex toys like a porn star. There were some trucker guys there looking at the blow up sex dolls and flesh lights. One of the guys started talking to me, but I don’t engage strangers in sex shops. I was polite and brief. They started talking about the stuck up redhead. I started to walk to the counter, but one guy grabbed me. I saw another guy hand the counter guy a bunch of money. Hush money was my guess. I was in trouble. I heard one of the guys say something like why get a sex doll when there was a live whore right here. They blindfolded me and ripped off my clothes. Cocks were in my mouth, pussy and ass. It went from gangbang to ass rape porn. They were fisting my ass and using sex toys in the store on me. It hurt. I was crying. Even the store clerk got in on the action, forcing his barely legal dick up my dry ass. They told me I asked for it being alone in a dirty bookstore. Perhaps they were right. Wherever I go, I have a knack for getting in trouble. I guess I give off that worthless whore vibe.
Snuff sex by suffocation was his plan. I was his bondage whore and his coke buddy. I was completely bound tight. I was wrapped up like a Christmas present. I couldn’t move. When he sat on my face, I thought it was just to lick his ass, but he shoved his dick so far down my throat I started to choke. I was unable to breathe because his asshole was over my nose and his cock was making sure I couldn’t breathe out my mouth. I started flailing about. My arms were restrained behind my back, so all I could do was shrug and rock a bit. He was not a little man. I thought he was joking when he said he was going to smother me to death. He is a drug buddy. We get high and we fuck. He never has been violent towards me. He is one of the few mean who has not abused me. I still thought it was some sort of joke until I passed out. I thought that was the end, but his urine stream in my face woke me up. He was laughing at me. According to him, we were just getting started. He invited other guys to join our kinky snuff porn. Every guy sat on my face, choking me with his cock until I passed out. They woke me up by pissing in my face. I have rope burns on my wrists and ankles. Veins are visible on my face and in my eyes. I look like I survived something, but I can’t tell anyone that I look like shit because guys smothered me with their nut sacks all night and pissed on me to revive me. That doesn’t sound like something a soccer mom would let happen to her. But then, I am no ordinary soccer mom.
It was a casting call for a gangbang rape porn. I needed coke. I have done worse for less. I figured this would be a cake walk. When I arrived at the warehouse where the movie was being shot, I was ordered to my dressing room to get naked. I was accosted there by a woman with a needle. I told her I don’t do smack. I am strictly a coke and weed girl. “Today you do what we want bitch,” she seethed as the needle pierced my vein. I immediately felt euphoric. Suddenly, I understood why so many folks get hooked on this shit. It is a powerful drug that took me to never never land. When I started to come out of my drug induced haze, I realized I had rope burns on my body from being bound too tight. That was the least of my problems. There was a baseball bat protruding from my ass. I guess I made an ass rape porn too while I was out. Only the handle of the bat was sticking out, which meant I had about a foot of wood up my shit box. No wonder they made me do smack. I started to fight and cry because the pain was hitting me. I felt another needle pierce my flesh. I lost big chunks of time over the course of the day. I apparently lost a pint of blood and some flesh too because when I woke up there was a pool of my blood under my ass. The director paid me my $500 and told me to sit on a raw steak to help heal my prolapsed ass. He wants to use me again because I can take the best anal torture sex he has ever seen. It must have been the heroin. I want some more.
I need domination phone sex. I can be such a bad bitch sometimes. Many men think they have broken me, but I easily unbreak myself. I do and say anything when I am high. If I need a fix, I will let an army of men fist my whore holes. I will call anyone master. I will be anyone’s slave, all just for a line of white powder. Once I am sober, however, I am like screw that, no asshole is putting a collar on me and parading me around like a puppy dog. Granted, I am high most of the time. I am a nasty freak with dark fetishes that come out full force when doing coke. It is not that I don’t want to be a submissive sex slave, it is just that I need to be high 24/7 for that to happen. I have a huge monkey on my back called cocaine, but I need drugs, any drugs, to be a willing slave. Now, some men take that as a challenge to break me when I am sober. So far, no man has ever wanted me when I was straight. I am no fun unless I am altered. Guys I party with think I am a pathetic submissive slut because they only ever see me high. No one wants the sober me, but that is the challenge. It is nothing to break a coke head. We will say and do anything for a fix. The real challenge is breaking a sober bitch. I think if someone can do that, then I will stay broken. Think you have what it takes to make me a submissive slave without drugs? I am a ginger girl. You know what that means, right? I am hellfire on wheels. I dare you to break me sober.
Snuff phone sex fantasies make me wet. I am a twisted woman. The higher I get, the more fucked up and twisted my thoughts become too. I was doing meth with this dealer the other night. Normally, I am a coke head, but beggars can’t be choosers. He was a dealer, but not a coke dealer. I didn’t have money to pay, just my worn out fuck holes. None of my regular dealers will give me coke anymore, so I tried meth. I got high quicker than ever before. I got fucked up in the head quicker than before too. I started talking about snuff sex and my twisted death fantasies. I was so fucked up, that I didn’t even realize he had restrained me and put a choke collar around my neck. I was blabbering about a torture and rape fantasy and he was preparing me for it. I am unsure when I realized that we were acting out my fantasy. It could have been when he fisted my ass. Or, it might have been when he strung me up to a beam and used me as a punching bag. When the baseball bat cracked over my head and the blood trickled down over my face, I knew for sure we were no longer just talking. I should have been in pain, but I was laughing and begging for more. I guess that was the Meth talking. I woke up the next day looking like death warmed over. I was sore as fuck. I looked like hell, but guess what? My pussy was super wet. I told you I was a nasty fucking freak. I think I like meth more than coke. I didn’t think it was possible for me to go any darker, but one night of Meth proved me wrong.
